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The hearth swept clean, his partner smiling,
Upon the shining table smoaks
The ale the harmless jest provokes :
To share his smiles around him flock,
Trudg'd with him, till the village clock Proclaim'd the labourer's welcome home.
The cheering faggot burnt to embers,
While Angels round their vigils keep,
And furnish'd with his daily stock,
He travels, till the village clock
YOUNG WILLIAM, THE LABOURER.
The pride of the Village young William was
seen, So mild in his temper, so comely in mien, At church no one e'er was more constant
than he, Of his age, no one labour'd more hearty and
free. He had enter'd, exulting, his twenty-fifth year, And a wife and a babe did his cottage endear, No vice nor excess had enfeebled his strength, And his years seem'd to promise to run their
'Twas his lot, with two others, in Harvest to
mow, Who, by their rude strength, all his powers
could out go,
And, the talk running high on the portion of
work To be done by the man who disdain'd e'er to
A trial of strength and of skill was agreed,
succeed; With the first of the morn was the trial begun, And it ended when down in the west set the sun.
From morn until eve, with his might and his
main, Young William encounter'd the veteran twain, He toild and be labour'd, and when the sun set, Young William these two season'd mowers had
beat; But dear was his triumph, for, ah! the sunk sun Was an emblem too true of the course he had run, O'er-toil'd, his young frame had sustain'd a
rude shock, Tho' his health, ere that day, seem'd as firm as
A few weeks he linger’d, Consumption's chill
hand Had seiz'd on a frame unprepar'd to withstand; E’en the care and the kindness the Hospital
gave Could not stay his quick course to the house of
Too late he lamented his fool-hardy boast,
fame, Destroy prematurely a strong healthy frame. And, you, who ere this some bad course have
begun, Love the virtues of William, his faults only shun; And if his example vain-glory restrain, Nor his life, nor his death, is recorded in vain.
BY WILLIAM HALLOWAY.
1 When morning first open'd her dew-dripping
eye, And the tapers of night disappear’d,
been very properly called the sunshine of life.”
But, in connection with these, we are to consider those other texts, which censure the very sentiments contained in the songs; as, where St. Paul, (1 Cor. xv. 32.) quotes the Epicurean maxim, “ Let us eat and drink, for to-morrow we die”; and immediately adds, “ Be not deceived: Evil communications corrupt good
Awake to righteousness, and sin not; for some have not the knowledge of God. I speak this to your shame”. (V. 33, 34.) Again, (1 Cor. vii. 29–32.)“ I say, brethren, the time is short. It remaineth that” “ they that weep, be as though they wept not ; and they that rejoice, as though they rejoiced not; and they that buy, as though they possessed not; and they that use this world, as not abusing it: for the fashion of this world passeth away. But I would have you without carefulness." (in 1 Peter. i. 17.) “ Pass the time of your sojourning here in fear.” “ The end of all things is at hand : be ye therefore sober.” (Do. iv. 7.) “ Casting all your care upon him," (God) “ for he careth for you. Be sober, be vigilant.”. (Do. v. 7, 8.)
These precepts teach a sobriety of mind, which, though quite consistent with cheerfulness and guarded mirth,